I was dreaming, of course, when I was doing this. I never expected to be able to upload the OS into another NNB like the one I had worked on. Then, ar...ound a year ago, I was contacted by Mr. Mischivelli. He needed someone with my talents and specifically, my background. My name was so ingrained in the documentation for the system I'd worked on making it easy to track me down.He was looking for a way to make a better social network with a core that was able to assist people in finding like minded. Nisha Aunty came into my room. She was not looking well. I thought she was in some tension. I asked her about her sadness. She didn’t tell anything. After an hour, she came into my room. She said she wanted to share something with me. I told her to share whatever that is in her mind.Then she started telling me their story. It was about their “Sex Life”. She said she had a bad sex life. Also, she was getting too bored with staying alone at home. She had always asked Harshit uncle for a vacation. "I'm not sure how that would work, Mr. White," I told him. "She is my employer. How could I also treat her as a subordinate? What if I have her do something that she doesn't want to? What if she doesn't like the work that she is doing, or the way that I am having her do it? Won't that affect me the times that she is my boss?"Mr. White looked at his wife, then said, "Excellent questions, Ally. Assuming that we can address those issues, will you be OK supervising her a few hours a day?" I guess. Are you gay? I had never thought about that, or letmyself think about that. I had truly believed that I would be alone therest of my life since I thought that I was a guy, even if my body wasn't.I had fully never intended to let anyone get close enough to me, figureit was better to be alone than rejected. I was still deep in thoughtabout that question when I walked in the house and found Mom sitting inher easy chair watching TV."Hey, how was the study session?" she asked.I shrugged, because I.